Archive for April 16th, 2005

Melanie Phillips (Continued)

April 16, 2005

Speaking of Melanie Phillips, there is a rather fascinating character on an Internet forum I frequent. She is one of the ‘oldest members’. Awhile ago there were doubts about her gender and she was persecuted mercilessly as a result. I suspect that certain men on the forum had projected their fantasies onto her and became angry with her when it appeared that she wasn’t quite who she claimed to be. That says more about them than about her. Poor them, their dreams will never come true. I guess they’ll have to plunge into that shark pool called real life and find themselves a flesh-and-blood woman. A line from a Sinead O’Connor track pops into my head at this very moment: ‘So, you’re a fool to attack me for an image that you built yourself.’

She has a bizarre obsession with the US. Every attack on that particular nation draws a spirited defence from her. The odd thing is she lives in Paris. I wonder if she has a room in her chic Italian apartment devoted to the good old U.S. of A. Does she kneel at the foot of the Stars and Stripes every night before she goes to sleep? Does she make out with a George W. Bush blow up doll? Is it possible to fetishise an entire nation?

I must admit that I was once guilty of this myself. I fell in love with American culture and was desperate to leave home so that I could go and live in New York City. I constantly bemoaned the fact that my ‘Oirish’ grandparents didn’t have the get-up-and-go that their siblings had which drove them to move on from the armpit of the universe that is Liverpool for the New World – America, Canada, Australia. I got over this ridiculous little fetish though.

I was twelve.

This lady is twenty-four.

The Eagle

April 16, 2005

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Originally uploaded by Bella the Cat.

Location for Lisa’s birthday gathering.

Free At Last

April 16, 2005

Enchanté, my dear, he says as he bows
Mostly for the benefit of the crowds
I grip his hand but his mind is somewhere else
I fail to reach his granite heart
He fails to see my secret places
So off he goes, elsewhere for his pleasure

Melancholy advances. I push it back.
I am at peace. I feel no anger.
I have felt no hunger for decades
I hear loud, raucous laughter
At the door. His comrades have arrived
They barely acknowledge me

The door slams shut behind them
And I free again, me again
I am left, solitary but purified
Untainted, I find myself regressing
To childhood ballet classes and I become
A prima ballerina, performing pirouettes
As I slide across the oak floor of the hall.

Melanie Phillips

April 16, 2005

As you can see from the ‘links’ section of this site I am a regular reader of the online diary of Melanie Phillips. She is a right-wing journalist who has changed much since her formative years when she openly classed herself as a feminist, was leftwing and believed in personal freedom at all costs. She appears to have undergone the personality transplant that frequently accompanies the ageing process. (So when precisely did she get mugged, I wonder) and has shifted to the right. She calls herself a neo-con (or a neo-conservative – there are a lot of them about these days. They are breeding like rabbits). Her political outlook is hideously simplistic, relying upon what I regard as the outdated paradigm of left versus right. Naturally, she daemonises the left, holding those who adhere to that political perspective responsible for every ill that plagues the universe. Her views are polarised – there are no shades of grey in her world and ‘ambivalence’ is a dirty word. She holds the left primarily responsible for anti-semitism. (Where in God’s name do people get that idea? I guess she’s never heard of Nazi-Germany.)

I remember when she appeared on Question Time. Another member of the panel challenged her views on Israel. Will Self asked her if she felt that her loyalties were divided between Israel and the UK. (People have asked that question to many Muslims and everyone remembers Tebbit’s infamous ‘Cricket Test‘) She replied in a voice loaded with contempt, ‘You wouldn’t ask such an offensive question if you were Jewish.’

Will Self responded in a voice devoid of emotion, ‘Oh, but I am Jewish.’

Flustered, Phillips spluttered, ‘Oh, well, you ought to be ashamed of yourself then.’

Lesson to you, Ms. Phillips, you really ought to conduct some research into the background of your fellow panalists before you appear on Question Time. Everyone and their dog, pussy cat, hamster and pet spider knows that Will Self is Jewish.

New Hat & Bag (Shopaholic)

April 16, 2005

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The Gift

April 16, 2005

When she popped out
Shot out, like a champagne cork
Pale and bloody,
Uttering a harsh, inarticulate cry
Revealing a cavernous mouth
A soft,pink tongue
Looking as though
She could swallow you whole.

And her father boomed,
‘That’s my girl’
(Everything was so easy back then)
And the nurses squealed,
‘What a beautiful baby!’
And the mother leaned
Back into the pillows,
Exhausted but gratified.

And the baby’s face erupted
Into a huge red yawn
And she swallowed them all whole.

An Encounter With The Pseudo Messiah

April 16, 2005

I saw the pseudo-Messiah (i.e: Andy Lee) on the way back from this morning’s visit to my GP. When he saw me he scurried back into his flat. ‘That’s right, run away,’ I muttered with grim satisfaction.

During my consultation Dr. S. said that the way in which I am coping with the aftermath of the assault and the fire was ‘admirable’. ‘You are clearly a strong person.’ I wondered if I should destroy his delusion by declaring that I don’t particularly care what happens to me. (But hen again maybe that’s the ultimate form of sanity – recognising your own utter insignificance against the backdrop of the universe. After all, what is one life?) Or should I tell him that I have frequent fantasies of skewering the Pseudo-Messiah with the sword-stick that Doug gave me, roasting him over an open fire and serving him up to his disciples at a celebratory dinner party. Not especially admirable really.

In the end I let Dr. S. live with his delusions.

I watched Girl Interrupted for the tenth time and wondered if I could be a sociopath like the character Lisa (admirably played by Angelina Jolie).

Pret A Manger

April 16, 2005

Pret A Manger
Originally uploaded by Marie1973.

My Favourite deli!


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